Little Deaths In Musical Beds (Brendon Urie)

Chapter Nineteen: I Will Come Back To Life But Only For You

The house looked exactly the same. Two stories, stucco, tan, big, welcoming, and a front yard that was trying so hard to hold on to life through the dry desert dirt. Aveline took a deep breath reminding herself that three years had gone by and things would definitely be different now. How different, she couldn't say but different nonetheless. She opened the door to her car and got out, leaning over only to grab the banana cream pie she had bought in the store the day she saw Brendon's mom. It was his favorite, as she remembered, and on Thanksgiving somehow it always got overlooked because of the pumpkin and apple pies. So, in an effort for peace she brought it just in case. Brendon always was a sucker for food.

When she knocked on the door her heart was beating out of her chest, and she wondered if anyone else could hear it. Brendon's mom pulled her in for a tight hug as she held the pie up with one hand. His mother kissed her cheek and took the pie from her smiling and saying something about how happy Brendon would be to actually have banana cream pie at a Thanksgiving dinner for once. Aveline settled comfortably into the kitchen with is mother, helping her make some of the dishes for dinner. After an hour or two and a couple glasses of wine the two of them were laughing and giggling. It was as if nothing had changed between them, or between her and Brendon or this place. She wasn't so naive however, things had changed, and she would have to face them sooner or later.

The sound of the door opening and a male voice flooding the house broke them of their bonding. Aveline knew that voice anywhere. It was a little deeper, but it was definitely his. Brendon had arrived.

"Mom!" He called again, as the voice got closer.

His mother grabbed Aveline's hand, "It'll be okay dear, just remember he's missed you." she told her before she answered him.

"In the kitchen dear," she called back, "I have a surprise for you."

He laughed, "That's funny," he said, his voice still getting closer, "I have a surprise for you t-" he stopped talking when he stepped into the kitchen and locked eyes with Aveline. Mouth agape, legs weak, grabbing the counter for support he cleared his throat unsure of what to say. Aveline managed a small smile and a wave from behind the island in the kitchen.

"I bumped into her in the super market," his mom broke the silence, "isn't that funny?"

"Yeah," Brendon smiled, but it was forced Aveline could tell, "It is funny," he looked at his mom, "Can you give us a minute mom?"

"Sure Brenny, sure thing," His mom kissed him on the cheek as she patted his arm and left the two of them alone.

"Wow," he spoke up walking closer to her but still keeping a good distance, "You are the last person I ever thought..." his voice trailed off as he looked down at the counter and picked at the wood.

Aveline studied him. He'd lost some weight, but his features were still sharp, feminine, dark. His hair was longer and sort of did what it wanted, flopping to one side or the other. He wore black, square framed glasses that hid his eyes, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking. He looked frail, fragile even. She knew the break up with Ryan and the band a year ago had taken a toll, but she didn't know it had been this bad. She couldn't help herself anymore; she crossed the barrier, and the border he'd been keeping up. She just walked right over it and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him as tightly as she could.

"God, I fucking missed you," she breathed in his ear.

To her surprise he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her back, "You have no fucking idea," he agreed with her.

When they pulled away they were both crying.

"I'm so fucking sorry Liri," he apologized, "You didn't deserve any of it, and if I could take it back I would," he shook his head, "I'm so fucking sorry."

She let her hand brush his cheek, "I forgive you Bren."

He looked at her surprised, "Just like that?"

She nodded, "Just like that."

"You gotta know I don't remember anything from that night. I do-"

She put her finger to his lips, "It doesn't matter B. It's over. It happened, it sucks that it did, but it's over now. I'm not going to keep punishing you for it. I've done that long enough," she explained, "We both made mistakes, we were young, scared, and I'm sure you felt the pressure just like I did," he nodded, "So, let's not do this, let's just move on, or try to. You know, start over?"

He smiled, "I would like that. No, I would fucking love that."

"That's good because I miss my best friend," she laughed.

"I miss you too," before he could think about what he was doing he planted a quick kiss on her lips.

"Brendon?" a female voice asked in a demanding tone.

They both pulled away from each other and looked in the direction of the voice. A girl, tall, thin, brunette, with huge blue eyes stood with her hands on her hips taping her foot in Brendon's direction. He sighed and walked over to her rubbing his hand up and down her arm trying to calm her down.

"Babe, it's not what you think," he told her.

"Oh, it's not? Cause it kind of looked like you were kissing her."

"Sarah, it's complicated," Brendon was frustrated Aveline could tell, "This is the best friend I'm always talking about." A light sprung on inside the girl's head because she grabbed Brendon's arm and flung him around so fast his head could have spun.

"You mean this is the girl you used to fuck?"

Brendon pulled off of her grip, "God Sarah, come on. It was a long time ago. Let's be mature about this."

"Mature? Mature would have been telling me she was going to be here."

"I didn't know!" Brendon defended himself, "My mom saw her in the market and invited her."

"It's true," Aveline piped in, "He had nothing to do with this," she wanted to help him out even though part of her was very, very jealous, "To be honest, none of us knew you were coming either. If we had I don't think his mom would have done this little reunion thing here. No one was trying to disrespect you, honest."

Sarah rendered speechless just grabbed Brendon's arm and dragged him out of the kitchen, over his shoulder he gave Aveline a furrowed brow and the I'm sorry look. She just shrugged and mouthed the words it's okay to him as he disappeared into the living room. Thanksgiving was not going to be dull, that's for sure.